32 weeks along and the baby girl growing inside me had no name.  I was searching everywhere for a sign for what we would call this new life.  I went to the bathroom and while negotiating my huge body in the stall something in the toilet bowl caught my eye.  It was a tiny slip of paper: pink with green letters.  It said “Amanda.”  My pregnant bladder couldn’t wait, so I pondered while sitting.  “Amanda?”  It wasn’t on any list we had.

Was this the name of our little girl?  I wiped, dropped the tissue and flushed.  Nope.  I didn’t like “Amanda.”